*writes hastily*
My fellow soldiers in the army! I already sent four pidgeons away but unfortunately they where brought down by Henry Winter's brigands! This be my last pidgeon!
To make this story short I was wandering around looking for a drink or to and happened to stop at an inn called the Trinsic Rose...
I went in the inn and ordered a bottle of ale...some lad wearing a blue robe gave me an ale for fifety pieces of gold...two other chaps ...erm one was a lass meh thinks came in and ordered likewise...
The bugger charged them only one gold piece for a bottle of ale!!! I asked this lad with a blue robe why he made different prices
He told me because I was dumb enough to pay for it....*sulks* he made a point there!
In the meantime the other two people in this inn told me to bugger off!...Well as I had one ale too many I said....make me!
Well we had us a nice brawl inside the Trinsic Rose!... Strangely the Innkeeper with the blue colored robe didnt step in
The brawl continued outside...I manage to knock one of them down
Then the blue colored fellow came in again,,,after I knocked the first one down he was giving assistance to a fellow called Garret Winter!!! He was a disguised Brigand of the Fort!...couldnt recall his name correctly...all I heard was a name that sounded like Dex...or something!!!
Beware Covian soldiers! Do nay travel to the Trinsic Rose alone!!
Well this Garret Winter and blue robed fellow owerwhelmed me and brought me to a secret place west of the gate Trinsic....I did manage to make some paintings...Hope ye can read or make anything about them soldiers!
After I was captured a brigand by the name of Yhitzarie did insult me for knocking 'er down...not sure what 'er or 'is gender was..The insults where so grave I could nay put them down on my painting!
To my where belongings? All I can say that I am held for ransom somewhere west of the portal of Trinsic in some secret valley
The brigands did make demands...but they be so absolutely insane I nay want to quote them 'ere
This Garret Winter did demand twenty five thousand pieces of gold fer ransom!!! This amount of gold way be too much! I ask ye Covian soldiers nay pay them servants of the orc for my safety
If nay enough soldiers can be brought in fer my rescure then let me breath my last breathe out in the hallow of these strange trinsic mountains!
*signed almost dead* Dah'Han, Watchman in the Covian Army